As requested, here are the lyrics. On the night stand is a clock counting down the waning hours 'til the fiery fingers of the dawn come crawling through Burning eyes in morning sun the engine turns more slowly now driving down a silent…

Having a bit of an identity crisis.. not sure what I'm doing musically at the moment and here's the proof. Now mixed a little better. I can't think of anything worth saying I can't think of any other way to say it I can't think of anything…

Something for RPM. This piece of filler features a transaction between myself and my 2 year old daughter at her pretend shop. I was the 'custer', she was the 'shoppy keeper', and I was encouraged to ask her 'howzamuchit?'

More lo-fi noodlings for RPM. Featuring 2 year old daughter let loose on a box of instruments, and then messed with in goldwave. Will be a (poorly) hidden track on RPM album.. when there are actual songs on it.

Something for RPM. This piece of filler features a transaction between myself and my 2 year old daughter at her pretend shop. I was the 'custer', she was the 'shoppy keeper', and I was encouraged to ask her 'howzamuchit?'

I wrote these lyrics in response to the tragedy that happened in Paris this week and i put them up in a response to a song by Geo's (Dobrodaddy) track in memory of slain innocence and Geo responded with voice and guitar, i added a backing vocal…

Just having fun in the cellar.......

Of out tonight for a drink with a few friends but not til 9 so i thought i'd try to write a song and i think i have . i think i'll revisit it later to re-do but for now it will have to do. Hope you enjoy!! A heart-breaker for a Friday night…

Four short improvs with the little Martin. Recorded with the R-09 handheld. But I wasn't holding it. :)